Dependence

Are any truly independent?
Can we be happy all alone?
Or does some weakness come intrinsic
No matter how we’ve grown?

Is anybody truly happy
Whose jokes are all well known?
Does nothing new mean better living,
Or simply a life of stone?

Muted

In everybody else’s voices
I hear the words I lack
And where others shine most brightly
I simply fade to black.

Empty Spaces

I have a world of empty spaces
Living in my heart
Filled intelligently
They remain empty
Until I fall apart

Every Itsy Bitsy Thing

I’m not supposed to care,
But it is far too late:
I’m perched centered on the web,
Like the spiders that I hate.
I can feel every quiver,
See how it all connects;
Pluck a string, you pluck my heart —
No wonder that it’s wrecked.

Friends

Daily writing prompt

What makes you laugh?

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Flights of fancy still alight
Right there on your shoulder;
Inside jokes make all things right —
Even endings seem much warmer.
No shadows fall upon us
Daylight does not banish;
So let us linger long into the night, and let our silence vanish.

Disagreement

Of all the things that I don’t know
The greatest just might be
How not to let it root and grow
When we disagree.

Uncertainty

I don’t know where this ends
Where is the blessed oracle
When all the world pretends?

Tell me of the steep descents
Tell me of it all
I don’t know where this ends

The wheel is turned by liars’ hands
Show to me where lie the shoals
When all the world pretends

But even if the ship safely lands
Unswallowed by the ocean’s pull
I don’t know where this ends

So give me a sign to know my friends
That I don’t sign away my soul
When all the world pretends

But though I wait for a truth to costless mend
The truth is it’s impossible
I don’t know where this ends
When all the world pretends.

Every Time

Every time I swear
It won’t turn out that way
And every time, I’m there
Pushing everyone away.

Grapevine

I’ve got a place on the grapevine
Or so I think I’ve heard
I’ve got a life that ain’t mine
Just as soon as someone gets the word

I’ve got a place on the grapevine
I can only guess what they say
“Now there’s a girl, she’s alright, fine
But never looks this way!”

I’ve got a place on the grapevine
I care more than I wish to tell
If they’ll crush me into wine
Or leave me where I fell

Curiosity

I saw you for a moment
And thought that you were glad to see
But I walk through each moment
With unslaked curiosity